Last night I caved and let the dog stay outside. He was there at the back of his kennel looking forlornly out with his great brown eyes. Also it was cold and I was tired, so I let him stay out.
A couple of hours later this was proved to have been rather a colossal mistake, as I awoke to quite a lot of grumpy, incessant and pointless barking. At the back gate. Now my beloved puppy is getting on in years and has limited powers of hearing and sight, so it's quite possible that he was actually barking at the gate. Nevertheless, I was awake, and so to stem the flow of notes from neighbours in the morning, I stomped out to catch the little bugger. Unfortunately the aforementioned lessening of senses in the Little Master prevented him from actually recognising me or my patented stop-your-barking glare, and so instead of trotting guiltily up to admit his wrongdoing, poor little frightened puppy yapped like crazy and ran straight off to the safety of his kennel. Felt rather bad about this so instead of chastising I had to comfort him and carry him inside. Think he was quite glad to be inside after all that.
So you see the quality of these posts has dwindled somewhat following the Oscars. And while fly swatting and doggy anecdotes may amuse one or two (all this depending on there being more than one person reading this post -- unlikely), it ain't gonna pay the rent, so I'll try to have some more interesting adventures. Maybe I'd better go to Paris or something...
I'm moving to another city on Friday and have not exactly finished packing, in the traditional sense of the world. This is fairly indicative of my personality, and starting to concern me a little. The whole move is concerning me, if truth be told. It's not a different country or anything (more's the pity) but still, I think it's going to be more difficult than I first envisioned. Mostly because I'm not the world's biggest fan of this city ("yet", the more optimistic part of me adds), and so it's going to take a bit of work to feel at home. Nothing to do but jump in and try, I suppose. One-two-three go!
It's approaching my bedtime, and the Little Master has just fallen asleep, so it's the perfect time to carry him to his basket in the laundry. Nighty night.
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Welcome back to the internet, Odyssey. We've missed you!
I think moving to another city is an exciting change. You're not waiting for some bullying manager to tell you you're being transferred; you're not following a misguided love-affair; you're not trying to make it big in greyhound racing or any other of a gazillion bad reasons to upsticks and shift camp. You're doing it because you know there's a lot more to this world to see and taste and hear and poke fun at! Manifest destiny!
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